Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
EVE
I t takes us less than five minutes to reach Hunter’s SUV parked down the street. Most people walked to the party. This entire neighborhood is rentals where students live, and most of the street seems to be at Clayton’s, judging by all the dark windows of the houses we walk past.
A streetlight flickers overhead, buzzing softly. Aside from the sound, the road is silent. We’re far enough from the party that all the noise has faded.
Hunter opens the car door for me.
“You bit your lower lip” is his only explanation before he kisses me.
We make out until my head is spinning.
And I’m glad he’s the one driving, not me, because I’m still dizzy when I climb inside his green SUV a few minutes later. Relaxing against the soft leather seat feels familiar, like embracing an old friend.
I run my tongue back and forth along the undersides of my upper teeth, watching Hunter walk around the front of the car, backlit by the quiet street. My blood buzzes with impatience, wanting to touch him again.
An idea forms in my head. The kind of thought that’s occurred to me before, but I never would have dared to actually do .
Hunter had fantasies about this top? I lay awake on a motel mattress, wondering what he would have done if I’d been bold enough to step into that shower with him and sink to my knees.
Once he’s in the car but before he’s started the engine, I lean over the center console. Fist his shirt and kiss him again, the warm press of his lips alarmingly addictive.
It’s never long enough, no matter how many seconds our mouths stay pressed together before separating for essential breaths.
My hands move down his chest, relying on feel to find my way since my face is too close to his to see anything south of his shoulders.
He groans my name when I palm his erection through his pants, squeezing the impressive bulge.
I bite his bottom lip, then suck it in my mouth.
A strangled-sounding “Holy shit” interrupts the whir of the zipper sliding down.
“I want to do something else on my fuck-it list tonight,” I inform him, fisting his erection and tugging it free from his boxer briefs.
Hunter glances down, watching my hand move back and forth. I can’t see his lap very well in the limited light, which makes this feel more illicit. I’m relying on feel, more than sight.
In the past twenty-four hours, I forgot how huge his dick is. How thick and firm and male .
“You feel that?” he whispers roughly. “Feel how fucking hard I get for you, Eve?”
It feels like the most natural thing in the world—leaning lower and letting him fill my mouth. Necessary , like I’m doing this for me as much as for him. I suck him as deep as I dare, tightening my grip on the base as I let everything except the flared tip slip back out. I flick his slit before tracing the rim with my tongue.
Hunter grunts, and it feels like his erection swells even more. His thigh muscles tense, thickening beneath the hand I have braced on his thigh.
I lower my head again, surprised by how much I enjoy swallowing his shape. The head hits the back of my throat, and I don’t even flinch. I swallow again, feeling the rub that tells me how deep he is, and breathe through my nose as I continue to suck.
A flash of movement registers as Hunter’s hand moves. For a split second, I’m concerned I did something wrong or unwanted and he’s trying to push me off. But his fingers thread through my hair, tugging at the curls gently. Encouragingly.
My hand squeezes around the inches my mouth can’t reach before slipping lower. There’s only a little trimmed hair to search through. It rasps against my fingers as I cup his balls. My other hand slips under his shirt’s hem, exploring the firm, hot skin of his stomach. Hunter’s abs bunch beneath my palm as another sexy groan spills out of his mouth.
The aching pulse between my thighs gives an especially insistent throb. I wanted this. But I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good for me .
“Eve,” he says. “I’m going to?—”
I can’t say anything intelligible around the mouthful of his cock, but I understand exactly what he’s warning.
And I reply by suctioning harder. Either Hunter understands the silent encouragement or he isn’t able to hold off any longer.
A few seconds later, spurts of hot, salty liquid fill my mouth and coat my tongue. I don’t gag; I swallow. And swallow. And swallow again, what seems to be an endless supply of cum.
Pride and desire are the predominant emotions humming through me as I shove up straight, swiping the back of my hand across my mouth.
My thighs squeeze tight together as I study Hunter, head tilted back and hair disheveled. He must have been running a hand through it while I was going down on him, because it was flatter before we climbed in the car. His expression is a little dazed, his shoulders rising and falling fast.
Headlights sweep across the interior of the SUV as another car drives down the opposite side of the street.
The ordinary sight is startling.
I forgot the world was bigger than me and him. Hunter has this incredible ability to make me forget everything except him. To turn my surroundings into a blur and my brain blissfully blank.
“That was on your list?”
The sound of his deep, husky voice makes me blush.
“Fooling around in a car? Yeah.”
Technically fooling around anywhere that’s not a bed , but close enough. I added it this morning.
“I don’t think it counts as fooling around if only one of us got off.”
My pulse quickens at the implication. But my voice is shockingly calm as I casually reply, “None of the guys I fooled around with in high school shared that philosophy.”
I feel powerful and confident right now, and it feels good. The last time I wore this top, I was literally falling-down drunk. I want Hunter to see me sexy and carefree, not only vulnerable and unsure.
Just like last night, I barely register I’m moving before I’m already in a new spot. Hunter’s pulled me effortlessly to his side of the car, his expression dark as his hand slides up my thigh.
“Do me a favor,” he says conversationally.
My “Yeah?” sounds breathless, since his palm is under my skirt now.
“Don’t ever fucking mention another guy touching you to me again. Got it?”
Oh.
Fuck.
The flint in his tone. The fire in his eyes. The fierceness in his expression. And the fucking cherry on top? Two of his talented fingers tugging my underwear to the side and slipping inside of me.
I fall forward like I was pushed, barely having the foresight to raise my hands in time.
If I ever had a chance in hell of not falling for Hunter Morgan, he just eviscerated it.
My eyes flutter as his fingers stroke. My thighs tremble in response to the expanding onslaught of pleasure, struggling to stay tensed and upright. I’m drunk on desire, the edges of my vision turning blurry as I press my face against his neck and inhale deeply.
“That feels really…” The final syllable falls off a cliff as his thumb rubs devastatingly close to the bundle of nerves that are begging for his touch. “Good,” I croak, not quite managing to keep the disappointment out of my tone.
“Oh, yeah?” I can hear the smile in Hunter’s voice. Feel it in the charged air around us, draped like a cozy blanket.
I’m getting off in a parked car on a public street, and I feel special. Safe and cherished.
“Please,” I plead, turning my head and pressing my lips against his collarbone.
He smells so good , a scent I can only describe as Hunter. My tongue darts out for a taste.
Hunter pinches my swollen clit.
I gasp, my knees giving way. Now I can feel the firm length of his dick pressed against the inside of my thigh, the hot skin still damp from my mouth.
For the first time, I’m tempted to have sex without a condom.
His thumb makes another wider circle, avoiding the sensitive spot that’s throbbing for—and from—his touch.
“Please,” I beg again, kissing a line up his neck and along his jaw until I reach the corner of his mouth.
Hunter angles his head so his lips meet mine. His tongue teases the seam before it slips inside, mimicking the way his fingers are moving between my legs. I moan at the dual intrusion and spread my thighs a little wider, allowing him easier access.
“You taste like me,” he murmurs against my mouth.
It takes a few seconds for my frazzled brain to register his meaning. When the realization hits, so does a fresh wave of warmth.
I whimper, shifting my hips and trying to bear down on his hand harder. That has the unintended effect of thrusting my boobs right in Hunter’s face. It’s impossible to wear a bra with this top, and I watch Hunter register I’m not wearing one. His hand flexes against my thigh before his mouth lands on my left breast, biting the raised point of my nipple through the flimsy fabric.
I cry out so loudly I’m genuinely concerned that if anyone’s home on this block, they might call the few cops that make up Somerville’s police department.
Hunter’s smirk is lethal when he leans back. He looks devilishly, devastatingly gorgeous as his fingers continue to torture me.
“Did you hear me, Eve?”
It hits me like a flash of lightning, what he’s waiting for me to say.
“I heard you.” I lean closer, brushing my lips across his before adding, “I’m not thinking about anyone else.”
There’s more I could say. Like how I never think about anyone else when I’m with him. That he’s the one guy I’ve never forgotten. That everything about him has been branded in my memory like an invisible tattoo. That maybe I did meet my soulmate at eighteen.
Hunter rubs my clit again, and I can’t focus on anything else.
This time, he doesn’t stop. He continues to put pressure on the perfect places. Pleasure builds to an unbearable point, then combusts in an explosive surge that rushes through my entire body. My inner muscles clench around his fingers as waves of release roll over me. Just like last night, it lasts for a while.
I collapse against his chest, breathing heavily, listening to his heartbeat. It sounds as wild as my own.
I thought I’d experienced lust before.
But it wasn’t like this.
I thought I’d fallen in love before.
But now, I’m not so sure.
I thought New York must be the most magical place in the whole world. But if you asked me to define that location right now?
I’d say it’s wherever Hunter is.